you, quest of lovers without loveyour unrelenting islands beaten by the wind-blown sandthe seaextends its waves beyond the singularity of nightthe silk of clouds is looking for the skyscales of reeds chime songs,cries of those whose loves have sunk

I bathe in the aromatic rose of the moonlightthe night bathes in the foam of the blue watersa bed sighsthe silhouettes of three carnations gossip on the flooralienationempty hearts expecting to be slaughtered

the sand receives mein the distance a mast decides to flickerthe quest of lovers without loveon a wicker chaira lonely glove

Good afternoon, Drew.
I did not make it to breakfast yet, but…yes it’s afternoon.
Thank you so much for the praise. Much humbled.
I am really honored that Rob picked my poem and thrilled by your kind words.
Have a fabulous day, Drew.
Be love.